Novel & Cerita My Flirtatious Substitute Husband

“Aaron’s wife, back from the dead? It sounded like something straight out of a movie.” I walked further into the room, taking a seat across from him. He looked me up and down, his smirk deepening. “You look hot,” he said, shameless as ever. I raised an eyebrow. “Flirting already?” He grinned. “Can you blame me?” I leaned forward slightly, matching his energy. “I don’t mind.” His eyes flashed with interest. “So, do you know your ex-husband is getting married?” I waved my hand dismissively. “I don’t care.”

Sophia Carter has always been the daughter her family was proud of—the beautiful, confident heiress who was destined to marry Adrian Blackwood, the cold and powerful CEO of the Blackwood Group. But on the morning of her wedding, Sophia disappears. With the Carter family’s future hanging by a thread and the Blackwoods already waiting at the wedding venue, Lena Carter is given an impossible choice: watch her family lose everything or take her sister’s place at the altar. Lena knows she is making the biggest mistake of her life. Adrian is a man she has never met, a billionaire known for his ruthless business dealings and his complete refusal to believe in love. He expects Sophia to

A joke shared by the entire family because they had to know what she was up to and sent a substitute who had managed to look convincing enough in the makeover under a dim light. Well jokes on them, I have plans on embarrassing the fuck out of their family after announcing our engagement. I do a quick work of adjusting her under the comforter so she looks like what we had been doing last night. Another thought tears through my head. Who the fuck was she and why would she loose her virginity in such fashion? How much was she fucking paid? I take a picture of her, in multiple poses and when I feel satisfied, I finish my dressing up and leave.

she replied, her smile faltering as she glanced from me to Logan, her attempt to flirt still lingering in the air. “Yeah? Well, good-looking men are already taken,” I replied, my voice firm, making it clear there was no room for doubt. I tilted my head slightly, my gaze sharp. “You might want to find someone else to entertain. Because I’m pretty sure my husband’s not available for your little games.” The woman’s mouth opened, but no words came out. She hesitated, clearly stunned by my straightforwardness, before her face turned a faint shade of pink. She cleared her throat awkwardly and quickly stepped back, her high heels clicking rapidly as she walked away without another word.

Jace and I had married, yet I knew I was only the substitute for my sister. “My love, what’s wrong? You don’t want to look at my body? Did I do anything to offend you?” Jace asked as he drew near on the bed. His hot body against mine made me nervous and sent chills down my spine. I gulped hard. “No, it’s not that I don’t want to look.” Jace took my hand and placed it on his dîck. I gasped. “Ah! What are you doing?” “I am all yours, my love. You don’t have to act shy around me. If this is what marriage makes you do, we should have remained unmarried,” he said, watching my face. I frowned.

13- TRAPPED. Roxanne Flair. I sat up quickly, shoving the pillow and jacket away from me. My hands trembled as I stared at the damp spot I’d left behind. This was wrong. So fucking wrong. He was my husband’s father. The same man who had ruined me in that booth and nearly taken me again in the hallway. And here I was, sniffing his jacket like a desperate slut and humping a pillow while fantasizing about him.

Kaevan continued in a slightly softer tone, "this is only on paper. This marriage... is a formality. You don't need to be a real wife. You just need to look like one in public." "Look like one how?" Serena asked weakly. Kaevan turned and walked to the window. "We'll live in the same house—Aldrich Residence. We'll attend social events together. We'll appear to be a happy couple—or at least, a couple trying to repair their relationship after three years apart." He turned, looking at Serena with an unreadable gaze. "But behind closed doors, we are what we've always been: business partners. Nothing more." Serena took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "Can I refuse?"

Looking into my tear-filled eyes, he whispered, "I love you too. But I can't give you the physical love you need. Go and find someone who can, but please don't flaunt it in my face. I'd appreciate some discretion." "You're seriously going to let me fuck another guy?" I asked. "I think it's the only way to save our marriage," he replied calmly. "I can give you everything except sex. You're better off getting that somewhere else, then coming home to me." That conversation had happened two nights earlier. Now we were on our way to a notoriously flirtatious party. I often flirted outrageously in front of my husband, but I never took it any further out of respect for him. Tonight, however, everyt

And Mrs Stephenson were staring at her with concern waiting for her response. Her palm was sweaty where he held her hand and Rella had no choice but to continue this charade. Stefan had a sacharin sweet smile on his face, almost like he was enjoying her mistery and Rella wanted to punch him so bad. She took in a deep breath and regretted because she almost felt sick to her stomach. Oh God he was now her husband, and now what? "I'm fine." She said finally mustering her own sweet smile. Mrs. Stephenson looked relieved.

He actually had expressive eyes, he’s just good at masking them. ”You mean Clyde?” His jaw tightened at the mention of the latter’s name. “Is he a boyfriend? He’s hurt that you were made to marry me instead?” There was mockery in his tone. Like he’d kill the latter if he ever does something to oppose the marriage. I just stared at his angry face and answered. ”No. He’s my mate—ex mate. He… he rejected me. So being married to you is not a problem.” Both hazel and brown eyes went to me.